Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.